Rogue Vs Rouge Novels & Stories

I’ve been worrying about this causing a problem, but my brother hasn’t noticed it yet. As usual, he updates me on everything that has happened. Rouge attacks have increased even more. They are different now and seem organized – which is the strangest thing. Rogues are primarily alone and don’t interact with anyone. They usually have a target with their attack. Food, woman, car, or money are the most frequent ones.

Iris mumbled. “Mum? Who’s Rogue?” Indianna asked, watching her mother’s facial expression closely. She flinched when she heard the name and Indianna pursed her lips. “Don’t lie, mum.” “Rogue? A rogue is a wolf that—” “I know what a rogue is,” Indianna snapped. “Rogue. Not a rogue, the Rogue.” “I wasn’t aware there was a ‘the’ rogue,” Iris shrugged and Indianna scoffed, standing up abruptly.

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.

What does the term 'Rogue' mean to you? To some, it may mean a person that has been dishonest or disloyal. A person willing to go against the norm. To others, it could mean a person that's been cast out due to their savage or destructive tendencies. But to me, a rogue is just a person that has been condemned to live a life outcast from everyone else. A rogue is a person that's forced to fight for their survival on a regular and constant basis.

It like Mileena and I is nothing but a memory that faded away from his life. Through it all Mileena had not complained one time, I believe that with her father betrayal it’s still fresh in her mind. She still trying to cope with it all, also learning to adapt to life in the forest. Being a rouge is no fun in the park because they're a lot to learn. Rouge are lone wolves that are label as dangerous wolves in werewolf society. Rouges are sometimes travel in groups; they like to terrorize other packs all because they don’t want to abide by wolf law.

But I promised that I would take her to see her family. Javier drops his defensive stance, responding, “I’m sorry man, it’s just bizarre that you didn’t know..” He looks apologetic. Then explains. “And a Rogue is a wild stray wolf, basically. They don’t have any leader or pack, and most don’t want one. They cause chaos wherever they go and are vicious killers. Ripping people who get in their way to shreds literally! They stank too.” And lil Shawn exclaims, “Yeah, they smell like garbage truck juice!”

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

the other guy said as I attacked. "Hmm, maybe?" I asked while avoiding his attacks. I was pushed back again because of this Rouge’s transformation. He’s bigger compared to the wolves I see. It's a sign that my guess is right, it was a beta then. As I avoiding his attack, I looked to my brother and the three other guy. I want to watch them so I stabbed the rouge sword without even looking at him. They are familiar. That's when I noticed that these were the three before.

The one who I knew instantly to be the beta was similar to the Alpha, with scars and muscles that littered his body, though he had short Sandy blonde hair with green eyes. The others littered around were much of the same, men of all shapes and sizes, each one different from the last. I had never seen a man before, the only person I had ever known was my mother, and she was far from as muscular or large as those who stood waiting for me to show myself, perhaps so they could kill me. Pack wolves were not known to be merciful towards rogues, not even rogues were merciful to she-wolfs that didn’t belong to a pack, they saw us as vulnerable and easy targets for the taking. Or so mother told me.